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Alphas: “Might Makes Right" Drew couldn't believe He was out here watching these stupid fags cruise the parking lot, quick to offer themselves to any Man that was interested. So many of them were girly, even more girly than the sluts He usually banged. He wasn’t interested in them. He was looking for something specific.  

A chance encounter with a jock frat boy the other night introduced Drew to a side of Himself that He hadn't known before. He didn’t mean for it to happen. He didn't even know He wanted to do it. But back at His apartment, drunk and horny, He forced the younger jock to his knees and fed him His cock. He remembered the look on the boy's face. His swelling cock remembered it too.

At first, it was the look of fear on the jock's face of what Drew meant to do to him. Despite the boy's gym-worked body, Drew was taller and bigger than him, as well as more aggressive. Drew's unexpected demands made the boy tremble with fear. The boy had no idea why Drew had invited him back to His place. But in all honesty, Drew didn’t either. It just happened.  

Once forced to his knees, there was the jock's gradual acceptance that he had no choice but to yield to Drew as the stronger male. It was a different look from the one of fear on his face only moments before. It was a look of surrender as the boy opened his mouth. A look that not only reflected that his submission was inevitable, that he knew there was no use fighting it. The recognition that his subjugation was a natural consequence of being in Drew's presence.

Drew remembered how the boy's look turned to one of trance-like ecstasy as he worshiped Drew's body and fat cock, eagerly taking more and more of Drew's cock into his mouth with one purpose, and one purpose only. To please Drew, to make Him cum. What women would only do begrudgingly, this boy was doing enthusiastically. It was a welcome change to have someone want to suck His cock. To want to make Him get off. Not because they wanted to get it over with, but because the boy wanted to see and hear Drew taking pleasure from him.  

When it was over and the boy greedily swallowed His massive load, all He could do was look on with satisfaction at the total submission of the boy as he licked each precious drop of cum from HIs cock as if it was nectar, swallowing it without even being told. Drew couldn't help but wonder why women didn't accept the need to give Him pleasure as easily as the young jock.

Drew had expected to look down on the boy with disgust. Afterall, he was clearly a fag for going down on Drew, but that wasn't what He was feeling. It was feeling of conquest, mastery, achievement. It was the feeling that not only did He prove Himself the superior male once again, but that He had the right to do what He did to the jock boy. And the jock boy accepted it as his duty to yield to Him.

While it was a struggle at first to impose His will on the boy, Drew admitted to himself that it was hotter than any sex He had before. Sure, in the beginning, He forced himself on the clueless jock boy, but that was part of the excitement as well. Drew couldn't help but remember that the boy's gradual submission to His power, the yielding of the boy's body and mind to His, was a beautiful thing.  His cock had never been harder. His orgasm had never been more intense, or His load as big. If at first, the jock boy hadn’t wanted it, by the end, he was craving it. The boy even thanked Him when it was over. Something no chick had ever done.

Sitting in His car today, Drew wanted to catch that feeling again. Only this time, He wanted more. He wanted it all. This time He wanted the sexy jock boy pinned under Him, squirming and crying as He pounded the jock a new pussy with His fat cock. He wanted him to fight back until he was fucked into blissful oblivion, surrendering to Drew's invasion of his body and mind as the boy realized it could be no other way. Most of all, He wanted to see the jock boy's face when Drew shot His load deep in the boy's guts confirming that Drew was the only real Man in that moment.

Had He paid more attention in His psych classes, Drew would have realized that He was just evolving, embracing His Alpha nature. It was finally occurring to him that as a superior male that lesser guys, like chicks, would accept what He did to them because of who and what He was.

It was a natural aphrodisiac like no other when the sexy jock boy, the one who thought himself a lady's man, who resisted Him with all his might at first, finally recognized that a Man like Drew was entitled to take what He wanted, when and how He wanted it, even from another guy.

Service: “Serving the Alpha Male”

“Go ahead, boy,” He tells you. You reach out and take His cock in your hand. You can feel the weight and heft of His impressive Manhood. It's as impressive as He is. It thickens from your tender caresses. As big as He is now, you know He gets even bigger and thicker when He’s fully hard. A constant reminder of how much more of a Man He is than you.

Serving an Alpha male is not like having sex with an ordinary man. Unlike other men, He doesn’t fuck just to get off. He fucks to dominate you, to possess you. He holds nothing back, and He expects you to give everything, your body and soul. Everything about the sex is all about Him. He made that clear from the very beginning, that first time you worked up the nerve to approach Him.

You remember Him telling you: “IF I decide to fuck you, you don’t have any say in how I take My pleasure. I control the sex, not you.”  He didn’t say “If you want Me to fuck you.” He said, “IF I decide to fuck you.”

He wanted to make sure you understood that the choice isn’t yours. It’s His. He was not concerned about what you wanted. The only person He was looking to please was Himself. When you serve an Alpha male, there is only one choice: to serve Him or not. Once you are in His bed, your “limits” are just suggestions.

“Please, Sir,” you begged him. “I want to, . . .No, I need to serve You.” Even you hear the desperation in your voice.

You are undeniably aware that He is not your equal. He is your better. If He takes you into His bed, this wasn’t going to be a physical joining of two bodies. It was the total submission of one to the other. Your role is solely to give, to give until it hurts. His was to take all that He wanted, everything solely for His pleasure. You knew His would be a selfish fuck, but you knew that a Man like Him wouldn't have it any other way.

“You’re a smart boy, not bad looking. Why do you think that you need to serve me? I thought you had a boyfriend?” He asks, slightly amused.

“I had a boyfriend, Sir, but we broke up after I met you. I realized that He could never the Man you are. The kind of Man that I could submit to completely, without limit or question. He could never be you, Sir,” you tell Him desperately.

You listen to yourself and you know how pathetic you sound. While you had no idea what it means to surrender to a Man like Him, you only knew that you would regret it forever if you didn’t. And you told Him so.

“Son, I’m not looking for a lover. There is no shortage of boys begging Me to fuck them. You wouldn't be anything special. Just another piece of ass, one of many,” He tells you.

“If I could just be one of your boys that would be enough for me, Sir,” you tell Him, searching His face for some clue what He is thinking.

“Look boy, you need to understand. I’m not one of your nelly little friends. I’m not looking for romance. I’m looking for obedience, total submission. I know what I like, and I don’t particularly care what you want or even if you cum. I like to fuck my boys rough. And I only fuck them raw. I want your pussy to hurt when I'm through getting My nut. Do you get what I’m saying, boy?"

You knew that He was trying to scare you, but even if He wasn't, it wouldn't matter. You knew deep inside that He was the Man you wanted to serve. What you couldn’t give Him, you needed Him to take from you.

“I don’t care, Sir. I’ll do anything, be anything, just to be your boy even if it was just for one night,” you beg Him. His face told you He was skeptical. Lots of boys promise the world. Few delivered.

“Come here, boy,” He orders. You move close to Him. He slips a hand down the back of your jeans and roughly works His thick fingers into your hole. It hurts, but you say nothing. You hold perfectly still and let Him do whatever He wants to you.

“You’re still pretty tight, boy. Have you even been fucked before?” He asks, curiously.

“Yes, Sir,” you say embarrassed, quickly glancing down at the huge bulge in his jeans. You’ve been fucked plenty of times, but never by a Man like Him, or as well-endowed as Him.

“Son, are you sure you can take all of Me? I’m a well-endowed Man and once I start fucking you, I ain’t letting you up until I’ve shot My load deep in your pussy,” He says.

You can feel your heart racing as you realize you’ve got His interest, or He wouldn’t be wondering if your asshole could take a cock His size. You knew that He wasn’t making an idle threat. He was physically intimidating. He was bigger, stronger. You knew once He was on top of you, even if you begged Him to stop, that He wouldn't and there wasn't anything you could do to stop Him.

“I will, Sir. I promise, even if it kills me,” you add playfully. He laughs out loud. But you weren’t laughing, you were trembling at the idea of serving a Man like Him and all He might do to you.

“Come over at 10:00 p.m. When you come to My door stip. Leave your clothes and shoes outside.”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir,” you said as He wrote His address in the palm of your hand. No phone number, just an address. No way to reschedule, to back out, to ask questions. Somehow, you knew if you were one minute late, He would simply not open the door. It was a simple test. Be on time, do everything you promised, submit to Him completely. Pass or fail.

That was how you found yourself in His bed that first time. That night He pushed your limits. He insisted on your complete submission. When your body resisted, He held you down and forced His cock into you while you cried like a baby. Despite the pain and the tears, your embarrassment and humiliation, you were grateful that He did. It was absolutely the most incredible sex of your life.

When He was done, He held you and told you that you were a "good boy." Those two words made everything you were made to do, everything you endured, worth it.

"You did great, Son. I hope I wasn't too hard on you, but I wanted to know if you were a boy of your word. You're welcome to stay the night if you want, but I won't make you," He said. You looked at Him surprised. You couldn't believe He was inviting you to stay.

"Really?" you ask, waiting for Him to tell you He was kidding.

"Of course, Son. But nothing changes. You should know that if you stay, I'm likely gonna have a run at you again. If you don’t think you can handle it, you're free to go," He said, calmly but sincerely. He seems to understand that not every boy can handle Him, and He was ok with that.

You take a moment to look at Him, to really look at Him. He wasn’t just a Man, He is a god, your god. You served Him with all your heart; you gave Him all that you had to give. Your hole has been brutalized. Your jaw is sore, but He's offering you a chance to serve Him again. In those few hours, He became the center of your world. How could you possibly tell Him “No”? So you stay.

"Thank you, Sir," you say as you climb back into His bed. He fucked you for a second time that first night, and once again in the morning. Both times it hurts. Both times you were in uncontrollable ecstasy.

It was all worth it, because He invited you back a couple of days later. It was every bit as intense as the first time, and just as physically exhausting. Still, you were in heaven being allowed to serve Him again, even if He put your body through Hell. After that, He invited you back several times, each time ending with several loads of His cum inside you and Him praising you for being a good boy. That was all you ever wanted to be: a good boy. His good boy.

Tonight, He commanded you to come over yet again. And it is just as exciting as the first time. His cock throbbing in your hand is potent and powerful unlike yours that He locked in a cage the morning after the first time.

As you hold His Manhood, you can feel His heartbeat in your hand. His cock is wonderfully warm to the touch. It's musky, even a little sticky, from being confined in His jeans during a long day of hard work. His aroma drives you wild with lust. It’s the scent of a Man, a real Man. Looking up at Him, He nods. Obediently, you open wide and take Him into your mouth, lovingly, adoringly.

You open as wide as possible to take as much of Him as you can in your mouth. His cock forces your tongue down and pushes past your tonsils against the entrance to your throat, intent on possessing the very space reserved for the air you breathe. He rocks back and forth slowly enjoying the moist heat of your mouth until His cock swells to its full glory. He barely fits in your mouth now. He’s leaking precum down your throat as He begins to face fuck you. When He puts His hand on the back of your head, you are not a person any longer. In that moment, you are just a warm wet hole to give Him pleasure. You’re ok with that because you now know your purpose. To be His every pleasure.

Despite making you gag several times, you can tell He is enjoying it. As His breathing deepens. He groans. You can tell that He’s getting close. Doubling down on your efforts to please Him, your tongue and mouth work every part of His shaft and head, as you caress His balls in your hand. You take as much of His cock down your throat as you can, simultaneously looking up at Him to let Him see the adoration you have for Him and His cock. He groans loudly, placing both hands on your head and pulling you down further on His cock. It’s time.

“Fuck,” He groans loudly, as He starts shooting a massive load in your mouth, filling it up to the point of overflowing. The warm, salty thick liquid throws your hormones into overdrive as you greedily try to swallow all of it. He groans again and tilts your head back as His cock continues to spew copious amounts of cum down your throat. He knows you are greedy for His seed. And He loves seeing you so desperate for it.

He withdraws His magnificent cock and leans back. You hunch forward, carefully cleaning His cock with your tongue lapping up the juices still leaking from His swollen head. You savor the taste of His semen. It’s earthy, slightly bitter, totally masculine just like Him.

He is not like other Men. He is still hard even after shooting His load down your throat. You know from experience that He will be ready to go again soon. Once is never enough for Him, but it’s not your mouth that He is interested in now. As much as He loves you sucking His cock, He loves to fuck you even more.

You lay back and your thighs instinctively spread in anticipation. The universal signal of a bitch in the presence of a Sire looking to be bred. It's not so much that you are offering it to Him. It’s already His. He owns your body as He owns your soul. It is His to take, to use, to plunder. And He will. Since you cannot bear His pups, your solitary purpose is to make sure He enjoys the fuck. It will not be gentle, and it will not be quick.

He’s ready to go again. As He kneels between your thighs, He places your legs on top of His muscular thighs, forcefully pulling you to Him with both muscular arms. Your body slides down as your ass slides up making your ass more easily available to Him. Your hole quivers in anticipation.

He teases you with the head of His cock, bare skin upon bare skin, rubbing around your hole, working His precum into you. He knows how turned on you are fully cognizant of that fact that He’s about to fuck you. He grins as He sees the hunger and lust on your face. You want Him so inside you so badly and He knows it.

You don’t say anything, your words mean nothing. He’ll do whatever He wants, whatever pleases Him, and dare you not to love it. He knows more about fucking than you do about getting fucked. He has proven that time and time again.

He pushes your legs back and spreads them. He pushes His huge cock between your hole, the girth of His cock spreading your ass cheeks open as He penetrates your hole. You try to relax as the tip of His cock slides just inside your hole. Even though He's cunted you several times, it still hurts when He starts.

He pauses for a minute. It's not that He is letting you get used to His size. He just knows the anticipation is driving you insane. He knows you’re screaming on the inside for Him to fuck you, though you don't say a word. You know better than to tell Him how to have sex. But He knows it. He sees it in your eyes.

And then, He does it. There is nothing tender about it. You’re not a chick. You don’t deserve gentle. Positioning Himself to get the most leverage and you none, He drives into your hole in one deliberate thrust, past the first sphincter, the head of His ample cock pushing through with a conspicuous pop. You fight back a scream.

Your body stiffens as waves of pain radiate out from your asshole, your jaw clenches, and your asshole clamps down on His cock only making the pain worse. The look on His face tells you that is exactly what He intended. Your eyes go wide as you loudly gasp while He moans.

Your pain is His pleasure. You know how much He loves that He can make you squirm, even hurt, after all the times that He’s fucked you. It's a display of His power over you. As bad as it hurts, you endure it solely because He enjoys it. It is an offering expected and demanded each time He fucks you.

He pulls back and drives into your inflamed and swollen hole again. Unable to resist the strength of His powerful hips and thighs, your body painfully and abruptly gives way. His cock has now passed through the internal sphincter

Again, your hole instinctively clamps down around the thick shaft buried deep inside you. You let out an audible sob of pain as your body stiffens and your hands leap to His powerful thighs. The pain is so intense you have a momentary temptation to push Him out of you. He knows it’s an involuntary reaction, but He doesn’t like it when you do that. The disapproval on His face is harsh and judgmental. You know better and immediately regret it.

Quickly recovering and despite the pain, you pull your hands back, placing them behind your head, out of the way. Letting out a deep breath, you push down instead. There is no going back, no slowing down. You are not allowed to control His sex.

A grin forms on His face. He's pleased again. He loves how He is playing your body. He’s loving that you’re doing what He you know He likes. You melt when he calls you a “good girl” and drives His cock all the way inside you. You remind yourself that His pleasure is your pleasure as you stare into His eyes.

He possesses your soul every bit as much as His cock possess your hole. You lay there for a few precious seconds wondering how you are so lucky to serve a living god, to be the boy who was allowed to spread his legs for Him. You know that moment of stillness, of fullness, is fleeting. You may have made Him your god, but Nature created Him a beast.

You feel His massive cock start to move inside you. His heavy balls rub against your taint as He grinds into you to make sure you are feeling every inch of Him. Now that He’s all the way in, He commences a deliberate, but vigorous rut. He’s not there to jerk off. He’s there to fuck. And that’s exactly what He does. He fucks you. He batters your boy cunt with focused determination, intent solely on His pleasure. He takes His time and selfishly enjoys all that your hole has to offer because He can.

As He roughly fucks you, you realize He is "entitled" in the truest sense of the word. He knows just as well as you that if you won't be the boy He wants, there are hundreds of others that would willingly take your place. There is no reason for Him to settle for less than absolutely everything He wants. It is the price of Him being there on top of you. A price you pay willingly for such an incredible Man taking His pleasure even as it causes you pain.

It doesn’t take long before His hard regular thrusts have made your hole sloppy, stretched, and wet from His continually leaking precum mixing with your fluids. The pain has dulled except for the occasional deep drive of His rock-hard cock into you to remind you it’s all about Him not you.

You are now in the moment. His moans of pleasure, the regular rhythm of His deep thrusts in and out of you, the rough pounding against your prostate all come together to put you silently, blissfully into subspace. And though your pleasure was not His intention, He loves how turned on you are by Him. He fucks you just the way He likes it, just the way He has trained you to like it too.

After a while, having enjoyed your cunted hole for as long as He wants, He starts to pick up the pace of His fucking. He slams into your hole harder and harder as His breath becomes more labored. For the second time tonight, He’s getting close.

He tells you that He’s about to cum, and He asks you if you’re ready for Him to breed your pussy. It’s not that He cares whether you're ready. It’s His way of getting you out of your head and into the moment, into His climax. He wants you to be present when He breeds your hole yet again.

You are covered in sweat, His and yours. Your thighs are shaking from exhaustion. Still, you emphatically nod your head yes. You are unable to speak, focused on Him totally, concentrating on the moment when you will feel His virile load filling you up and coating your insides.

Suddenly, He leans into you with all His weight. Holding your legs back almost over your head, He shoves His huge cock deep inside you, holding it there, as He spews load after hot load into your guts. You are intensely aware of Him impregnating you. Your cunt is overflowing with His juices. One, two, three generous spurts, you lose count. Each load overwhelming you as intensely as the last.

“Oh fuck!” you yell, not because you are cumming but because each gush of His cum satisfies a burning hunger inside you that can only be filled by Him using you like He does. In that moment, you fantasize about having His babies.

For Him, it's all about pleasure, but for you it’s an emotional rather than a physical thing. You know that He breeds you to reinforce the fact that you are not a Man, and He is. And you love that. You love being the source of His pleasure, of being His “good girl.” Whatever else you are, you are there. Under Him. His cock buried deep inside you as His sweat covers your body as completely as His load coats your insides.

As He collapses on you, you aren’t even sure if you came. You don’t care though. The feelings were so intense. You are fixated on the fullness of His now still cock, and the warm feeling of His cum inside you, even as it slowly leaks out of your hole and down your inner thigh. You kiss Him.

“Thank you, Sir. Thank you for fucking me, for giving me Your seed,” you tell Him. He smiles. It’s in these moments that you allow yourself to feel proud, proud to be the one allowed to serve Him. Proud to have caused His orgasm.

You are content and satisfied, but in a different way from Him. Yours comes from knowing that He enjoyed plowing your pussy like the stud He is. That He enjoyed cumming inside you. That He fucked you good and you loved it.

Deep down, that was all you really wanted or expected. More importantly, it was all you could ever need. Finished, He pulls out of you. The emptiness reminds you why you give yourself to Him and why you will do it again and again. You need Him. You need Him inside you. To be possessed, used, and wanted as only an Alpha can with His boy. You would endure that pain twice over again, and more, to be allowed to satisfy Him.

Forced: "Not So Gentle Ben"

As he washed his hands, Jason couldn't help but look over at the stud just kind of hanging out in the gym bathroom. His body was perfectly sculpted but his face, as handsome as it was, was full of anger. From the size of his muscles and his agitated state, Jason was guessing steroids. It was best not to piss this guy off.

"What are you looking at faggot?" the Alpha stud asked, walking up to Jason and jutting His muscular chest in his face.

"Nothing," Jason said nervously, trying to avoid the much bigger guy's displeasure.

"Nothing?" the Stud asked said beating His chest.

"This ain't nothing. This is fucking grade A beef, you puny little fag. You just wish you had a body like this."

“Jeez,” Jason thought to himself, the guy was fucking full of Himself. But He was right, He was fucking hot as hell and smelled of danger and brutal sex. Jason's dick started getting hard almost immediately.

"Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend You. But with a body like that, I'm sure you get a lot of stares," Jason said.

"Fucking right, bitch. I could beat you to a fucking pulp and your own mama wouldn't recognize you," the Alpha stud said, pushing Jason really hard in the chest.

"Ok, ok, I get it. You're bigger and stronger than me. You could hurt me if you wanted to. I didn’t mean anything by it. Just chill out," Jason said. This guy had serious anger issues. Everyone else had left and it was just him and the Stud, and the Stud was fidgeting, not nervous, but wound tight. Jason just wanted to get out of the room

"Don't fucking tell me to chill, faggot," the Alpha Stud said pushing Jason much harder this time so that he slammed into the bathroom stall door.

"I'm sorry. Please, just let me get out of here. I'll never look at you again. I promise," Jason said, starting to panic at the situation he was in.

"Not so fast. You need to pay the price for disrespecting Me," the muscular Stud said.

"Anything, just don't hurt me," Jason said, reaching for his wallet.

"Not that," the Alpha said knocking Jason's wallet out of his hands.

"On your knees faggot, come worship My feet."

Jason looked down. The floor was dirty. Pieces of toilet paper and residue of piss was on the floor. Jason looked up at the Alpha, His eyes were wide with anger.

"I'm fucking waiting," the Stud growled. Jason started to get down on his knees.

"Not fast enough," the Alpha said kicking Jason in the chest and knocking him over.

"You just love disrespecting Me, don't you faggot?"

"No, no, I'm sorry. I really am," Jason said. This was getting out of hand. Jason was seriously scared the Alpha would fuck him up.

"Do you know who the fuck I am?" the Stud said loudly. Jason had no idea, but he wasn't about to admit it. He just stared at the Alpha. The look of fear on his face clear to his bully.

"I'm Big fucking Ben," the Alpha said again beating His chest, then flexing for the boy. “Psychotic,” Jason thought to himself, but hot as fuck.

"You know why they call me Big Ben, boy," He asked Jason who backed up slowly from the much bigger Man.

"Because you're so big?" Jason said trying to figure out exactly the response He wanted.

"Because I'm fucking deliciously big, mother fucker. Big arms, big chest, big thighs that would crush your skull if I sat on your face, and best of all a big ole cock that would split you in half if I was so inclined to fuck you up that faggot ass of yours," the Stud said pulling out His massive pole, veiny and rock hard, jerking it in His hand.

Jason gasped. Fuck, Big Ben was right. His cock must have been 10 or 11" and thick like a coke can. If steroids caused shrinkage, someone forgot to tell Ben. Jason grimaced at the idea of that thing splitting his ass wide open.

"Yes, you are big, huge. I can tell you work hard to stay in such great shape. I bet all the girls love it when you fuck them with that horse cock," Jason said trying to flatter the guy to get Him to calm down.

"Yeah, bitch, not just the chicks, but also the guys. Straight guys, married guys, even faggots like you, beg Me to let them worship My body."

Jason started to get an idea what was going on. The Alpha had a thing for muscle worship, especially from other guys. Which was fine, with a body and cock like that, He doesn't have to justify himself to anyone, especially not Jason.

"May I touch Your arms and chest? Your body is so superior to mine," Jason asked timidly.

"Yeah," the Alpha said starting to calm down a little, appreciating the adoration Jason was starting to show Him.

"Come feel these muscles. There is no way you'd ever have a body like this, you scrawny bitch."

So fucking arrogant, but cockiness on a guy that looked like Him, not to mention a cock as big as His, was incredibly arousing. The sweat all over His muscles wasn't helping either. Jason wanted to lick it off the Alpha’s incredible chest.

Jason approached Ben and started feeling the muscles in His arms, periodically looking up at His face to see if He was about to go off on him. He wasn't. He seemed pleased, almost pacified by the worship of His body.

"You like those guns?" Ben said, smiling for the first time.

"They are beautiful, perfect" Jason said rubbing his cheek against the bulging bicep covered in glistening sweat.

"Yeah, you like 'em I can tell. Why don't you kiss them," Ben said. Jason couldn't believe his ears. He had wanted nothing more. He even licked some of the sweat off the bigger guy's biceps.

"Yeah," Ben said, obviously getting off on it.

"Now, the pecs. You ever see pecs so beautiful?" Ben asked pushing Jason's face into His meaty chest and rubbing his head all over the sweaty muscles.

"Never. They are the most perfect pecs I've ever seen," Jason said a slight moan escaping his lips. Ben had a big ole smile on His face. His massive cock still rock-hard as it tented out His gym shorts. The Alpha was obviously getting off on it. Jason decided to try a little more. Slipping down to his knees, Jason kissed his way gently down the Alpha's stomach.

"And these abs, they are perfect. Sculpted like a Greek god," Jason said.

"Fucking right. I am a Greek god. Your fucking god. Worship me, faggot," Ben said holding the boy's sweat covered face to His stomach and moving it around.

"Lick the sweat off them," Ben said. Jason gladly did as he was told. Leaning down even further, Jason kissed the Alpha's cock through His gym shorts.

"And this cock, as muscular as its master, beautiful and thick."

Without warning, Ben kicked Jason in the chest so hard that Jason landed on his back. The look of fury on Ben's face was clear.

"Fucking fags. You always ruin a good thing. Worse than a chick, just a cock hungry whore," Ben said almost yelling, His fists clenched in rage. Jason began to panic.

"You think I'm some stupid fucking plaything for you suck off whenever you want, bitch?" Ben angrily said as He back handed Jason hard across the face.

"No, Sir, no. Please, forgive me," Jason pleaded as he pulled himself up off the floor.

"Naw, naw, you had your chance, faggot. I'll let you disrespect Me once if you show you didn't mean it, but not twice. That's no mistake. I'm gonna teach you a lesson you'll never forget," Ben said grabbing Jason by the hair and slamming open the bathroom stall, practically throwing Jason into the stall.

"You want a piece of Big Ben. That's what you're going to get," Ben said forcing Jason up against the stall wall with one hand, His forearm across the back of Jason's neck pinning him to the wall. In one quick move, He ripped Jason's shorts and jock down to his thighs.

"Please, I'm sorry, Sir. I meant no disrespect. You are a god have mercy on me," Jason pleaded, trying to think of anything that would calm the Alpha down.

"The gods show no mercy," Ben said kicking Jason's legs apart as He spit in His hand and lubed up His massive fuck tool. Jason stood there frozen.

"You will be punished now," Ben said driving his 11" cock deep in the boy's unsuspecting hole. Jason let out a scream that rang through the gym.

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At the front desk, the manager looked up. A member who was also standing there asked, "What the fuck was that?"

"If I had to guess, that's Big Ben and some guy who probably accidently bumped into Him," the manager said.

"Should someone go check on him?" the member asked.

"No, not if you don't want to be Ben's next victim. I suggest you just go on home," the manager said.

"You sure?" the member asked, as Jason's sobbing could be heard throughout the now empty gym.

"Please, stop, take it out, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. Please, I won't disrespect you ever again. Please, take it out, you're tearing me wide open," Jason's faint words echoed to the front of the gym. The manager winced. He too had once screamed those words as Ben had raped him.

Country: "Big Jim"

Casey had only been on the Ranch a week when he saw the hulking handsome Man walk out of the barn, zipping up his pants. Their eyes caught for a moment, but only a moment. The Man tipped his hat and smiled before turning to head to the stables.

"Who is that?" Casey asked his buddy.

"That's Ross, but everybody calls him 'Big Jim'," Randy said smiling.

"I can see why they call him 'Big Jim'," Casey said admiring his muscular build, handsome face and especially his hairy chest as he walked away.

"That's not why they call him 'Big Jim'," Randy said, smirking.

"Really?" Casey said curiously.

"Let's just say he'll make you bow-legged faster than an unbroken steer," Randy said.

"He's gay?" Casey asked. He wanted to know more.

"Not so much gay. He's just like every other Man, horny. And if the situation presents itself, he's not above bending a guy over a bale of hay and enjoying a rough fuck."

"So how does one get his interest?" Casey asked, his curiosity piqued.

Seduced: "Every Red-Blooded Man"

Tyler had just finished his shower and was walking back to his room in nothing but a towel. As he passed his sister's room, he glanced in. His hot as fuck brother-in-law Drew was leaned back on the bed and watching Tyler intently as he passed. Drew was shirtless and the top of His jeans were unbuttoned like a Man waiting for something. Tyler smiled. He suspected that he knew why He was there.

Tyler’s sister and her husband were staying with Tyler while their new house was being renovated. Drew's presence had been extremely distracting for Tyler. He had a hard time focusing with Him in the house, particularly when He was running around in gym shorts, or shirtless like He was now. 

Tyler had always liked to jerk off after his showers. At first, he would make sure the door was shut. But lately he had been deliberately leaving the door to his bedroom cracked. Tyler would slowly run one hand up and down his young boy dick with one hand while he fingered his hole with the other. The entire time he would moan and fantasize out loud, loud enough that he could be heard if his brother-in-law was in that part of the house.

"Fuck, Drew, You're so fucking sexy, so masculine. A real Stud. I want to suck Your beautiful fat cock. You deserve to have Your cock sucked every day, anytime You want. Let me go down on You. I can tell You need this. Grab my hair and fuck my mouth until You shoot Your thick load. Make me swallow it like a cheap whore."

The dirty talk would continue until eventually Tyler had shot his load all over his stomach and chest.

Tyler hadn't been sure that Drew had heard him until last week when he caught Him staring through the crack in the door. Tyler started getting hard thinking about how the Stud must have been listening to him, probably watched him jerk off, and was coming back to hear some more. He didn’t think that Drew knew Tyler had seen him. He’d be ready this time.

Tyler closed his door as he usually did but stepped back into the hall, behind the closet door. Sure enough, after a couple of minutes, Drew got up and quietly approached the door trying to look through the crack. Busted!

Tyler crept up behind Him. He could feel the heat radiating off Drew’s back. He wanted so desperately to slip his arms around the older Man's waist and kiss His warm skin.

Drew adjusted himself several times as He waited listening for sounds from Tyler’s bedroom. Finally, Drew lightly pushed open the door to Tyler's bedroom a little more, looking to see if the boy was in there.

"Looking for something, Stud," Tyler said, as he reached out and touched Drew’s back. The feeling of Drew's skin made Tyler instantly hard. Having caught Him by surprise, Drew jumped a little bit.

"Uh, yeah, I was just seeing what you were doing," Drew said fumbling with His words.

"Well," Tyler said. "I was just about to rub one out. Thanks for coming by with Your shirt off. That's going to make it a lot easier," Tyler said, as he casually rubbed his hand through Drew's furry chest hair before casually dropping his hand down his brother-in-law's abs. What Tyler really wanted to do was grab Drew's growing bulge, but he didn’t want to come on too strong and scare Him off.

 "All cool then. I won't bother you." Tyler could tell Drew was flustered.

"If You haven't been told lately, let me tell You that You are one of the sexiest Men I've ever met. No shame in being such a beautiful masculine man with a gorgeous body. I bet You used to get Your cock sucked all time before You married my sister," Tyler said, hoping to get Drew worked up.

"Thanks," Drew said nodding, a little embarrassed by the compliment.

Apparently, the sexy Stud wasn’t good at receiving compliments. Drew turned to leave when Tyler grabbed Him by the bicep,

"Wait. So, why did You come by? You need something from me? Tyler hinted but also left room for Drew to interpret it any way He wanted.

Tyler wanted Him to know he would be happy to suck His dick, but that Drew could also pretend His reason for coming by was legit.

"Your sister and, um . . . your mom went shopping," Drew said trying to come up with some excuse but not pulling away from Tyler as he lightly rubbed Drew’ bicep.

"They wanted Me to clean out the garage, and I was gonna ask you to help."

Tyler studied Drew. He was so fucking hot. Handsome. Beautiful. Built like a brick shithouse. He wanted Him so bad. He had a feeling Drew might be open to something, so he took a risk.

"You know what I've been doing every day after my shower, don't You?" Tyler finally asked.

"Yeah, I mean I was just walking by the other day and overheard you talking, but I didn't stay and watch or anything," Drew said, lying.

"So, You know I jerk off about sucking Your dick, then?" Tyler asked, slowly rubbing his hand up and down Drew's defined bicep.

"Yeah, I heard. A couple of times," Drew said. “That's cool, if you're into that sort of thing." Tyler smiled. Drew must have been listening for a while.

"Does that turn You on?" Tyler asked.

"No. You're My wife's brother. Dude, no," Drew said, defensively, shaking his Head. Tyler dropped his hand from Drew's bicep and grabbed Drew’s crotch. It was rock hard.

"You're lying," Tyler said, softly. "I can feel it."

"It was just the dirty talk that you do. What dude doesn't get off on knowing He's the object of somebody's fantasy?" Drew said defensively, except they both knew there had been no dirty talk yet.

"So, the idea of a young hot jock like me on his knees sucking Your horse cock doesn't turn you on at all?" Tyler asked as he tugged at the top of Drew's unbuttoned jeans, revealing the precum covered head of Drew's cock straining against the denim.

"It's not about you in particular. Every red-blooded Man loves a blow job. I'm no different," Drew said, as Tyler unbuttoned the next button of His jeans. Drew didn't stop him.

"Then let me give You what every red-blooded man wants," Tyler said, freeing another button. From the feel of His cock through His jeans, Tyler knew that only a third or so of Drew' cock was showing. He was definitely a grower not a shower.

"I don't know" Drew said, but not moving Tyler’s hands away as Tyler massaged the swollen shaft through His jeans.

"No one has to know. I'll bet it's been a while since a warm mouth has been on Your cock. Just let me do this, and I'll help you in the garage. You'd be doing me a favor," Tyler said unbuttoning a fourth button. Drew was letting him slowly unbutton His jeans, but He hadn't done anything yet to show He wanted His cock sucked.

Tyler reached up and put his other hand on Drew' chest. His heart was beating fast. Drew said nothing, but He didn't try to remove Tyler's hand from His chest. Tyler decided that he should do something before Drew got too nervous and made him stop.

Pushing Drew gently up against the hall wall, Tyler dropped his towel and fell to his knees. Pulling down on the top of His fly, the rest of the buttons popped open, and Drew's cock sprung to full mast.

"Fuck, you're huge," Tyler said knowing every guy likes to hear that. In this case, it just happened to be true.

"Shh," Drew said, leaning back into the wall. Knowing talking further wouldn't help, Tyler just licked up the shaft of Drew's cock slowly until he slipped the swollen head in his mouth.

Drew moaned as His large hands went to Tyler's head. One hand grabbed a handful of Tyler's mousy blond hair. The other cupped the back of Tyler's head gently pulling him forward onto His cock.

As Tyler took as much of Drew's cock into his mouth as he could, Drew's jeans fell down around His knees and Tyler's hands instinctively went to the muscular globes of Drew's ass. Using Drew's hips as leverage, Tyler pulled Drew towards him forcing His cock further into his mouth until His swollen cock head pushed up against the back of Tyler’s throat.

"Oh, fuck," Drew moaned out loud.

Tyler slowly backed off of Drew before returning His horse cock deeper into his mouth, tilting his head to back to give the massive cock more room to maneuver into his throat.

Drew moaned again. He had never been this far down a chick’s throat without her gagging. He was loving that the boy could do it with no problem. Tyler held Drew’s hips towards him as he started to lightly thrum with his throat. The undulating of Tyler's throat around Drew’s cock was driving the sexy Man wild.

“Fuck, that feels incredible,” Drew said, slowly rocking His hard prick in and out of Tyler’s mouth and throat.

Tyler did it again, occasionally pulling Drew’s cock back far enough to wrap his tongue around His swollen leaking head. Drew's precum was salty and slightly sweet at the same time. Tyler's own precum was dripping out of his own smaller dick onto the floor between his legs. He had never been so turned on going down on a guy as he was going down on his sexy brother-in-law.

As Tyler went down on Drew one final time, Drew grabbed his head and forcefully shoved His cock as far into Tyler's mouth as He could, holding the boy in place with His massive hands.

"Oh, fuck. I'm cumming," Drew said, as He started to unload down Tyler's throat. The sheer volume of cum told Tyler it had been a while since Drew had gotten off. As spurt after spurt entered his mouth, Tyler felt some of it run out of the sides of his mouth and down onto his naked thighs.

Drew pulled out slightly then thrust again, His loins continuing to spasm from the intensity of His orgasm. Drew repeated this a couple of times, each time shooting another rope of cum against the back of Tyler's throat.

Finally, Drew relaxed back against the wall and let go of Tyler's head. Tyler leaned forward and lovingly lapped up the cum still oozing out of Drew's cock head. Fuck, Tyler thought to himself, the dude was like a fountain. He could cum forever.

"Fuck, sorry about that, dude," Drew said, kind of grinning as He watched Tyler cleaning up His cock.

"It's ok, I didn't mind that you got off in my mouth. I liked it," Tyler said, looking up at Drew while slowly milking His cock to get the last few drops out.

"No," Drew said, with a slight smirk. "I meant about cumming so soon. I usually last a lot longer." Tyler laughed.

Drew was just like any other straight Man. There was never a question whether He was going to cum in Tyler's mouth. He was just concerned about His performance. After all, every Man fancies himself a Stud.

Drew's attitude just made Him even hotter to Tyler. He loved a guy that only concentrated on getting Himself off without worrying about him. For a sub bottom boy like Tyler, those kinds of guys were the hottest to have sex with.

"It must have been a while for you," Tyler said, putting Drew's cock back in His jeans, but not without giving it one last lick.

"Yeah, things aren't real good between Me and your sis. And you know how women can be. They get pissed, and a guy gets blue balls."

"You don't have to worry about that anymore. I can help you wait her out. After all, us guys have to stick together," Tyler said, trying not to make it "too gay" for Drew.

"Fuck. After that, I'm counting on it. You're an incredible cocksucker, you know. I wish Sara sucked dick as good as you do," Drew said as He tussled Tyler's hair. Drew was reacting a lot better than Tyler thought He might. Tyler guessed that he wasn't the first fag that Drew let suck His dick.

"You know, I can help with the other too if she holds out too long," Tyler said hinting.

"Just put me on my stomach, and You'll never know the difference. Except, I promise I'm tighter and more grateful. A Man like You shouldn’t ever have to beg for "pussy." You can even fuck me without a condom, as hard and rough as You want. As often as You want. You can't knock me up, but I'm happy for you to try."

"Yeah, maybe. I don't know. I'm kind of big. I might hurt you," Drew said, but Tyler had planted the idea in His mind now. Every man knew that if getting His cock sucked was great, pounding pussy, even boy pussy, was even better.

"I can handle it. I promise. A Man needs to fuck. How long has it been since You had a tight moist hole wrapped around Your fuck stick?" Tyler asked, casually turning around so Drew could look at his ass.

"Too long. Way too long. I might have to take you upon that," Drew said, smiling and patting Tyler's ass. "You sure as fuck surprised Me today."

"Then I'll see you later?" Tyler asked, kissing him gently on the chest as he stood up.

"Definitely," Drew said, pulling the boy into him and kissing him back on the lips.

Jeremy thought his new father-in-law was kidding when he insisted that he call him Daddy. He was dead serious.

Ryan Terry